I love my dad because..

my dad is fun,

my dad has got brains,

my dad is pin point accurate.

but most of all..

i love my dad because he is my best friend.

Happy birthday nanna!

What can i gift you, when i owe you my life??

Beware!

so frank that one never minds a bit of other's feelings, honest to reveal one's crooked thinking,
can be good for everything except you,
can act like a hen laying eggs but never lays one,
shows you off to make you wonder all your life,
can drug you to love the hell, one pulls you in,
shows you loads of love and care, which one never really have,
embraces not to cuddle you up but to cease your freedom,
to define your limits,
to end your life.
The lovelight, you see in one's eyes is delusion.

does God exist?

When someone asked me this question, i was in dilemma whether to say yes or no. I thought if i say NO and God doesn't exist , I'll be right.. But what if God exists and He hears me saying that I don't believe in Him? He feels bad.. who knows what he blesses (curses?) me with? I decided to say YES.

Do ghosts exist?
another perplex question. This time, I said NO. If they don't exist, I'll look brave to others. If they, I am sure, God also exists. So as i said i believe in Him, sure he'll save me.

Good logic! Isn't it?

heart that aches and bleeds

got this phrase from Mr. Mulliner speaking by P.G. Wodehouse. Reading that, my heart leapt as if, it met its old friend who agrees with it or who has the same opinion as it has.

Few days back, I asked my friends " why do we feel pain in the heart when we get hurt? " Most of them laughed at me saying " Go and get a check up.. probably u might have a heart problem. " Ofcourse, few gave me reasonable reasons and One is.. "It's not exactly the heart that aches. For some people it may be the brain. Depends on the person. If the person thinks his soul rests in the heart, the heart aches. if it is the brain, the brain aches. It is actually the soul that gets hurt and so you feel someone crumpling the container."

What do u say??

after all, a girl is a girl

I didn't want to go out, but i couldn't refuse, I was meeting them after a very long time and i truly want to spend time with them but not outside. They planned for a movie, Thank god. it was cancelled. So they changed the plan to Godavari Road cum Rail Bridge. What could i do? I told my mother, that i was going out with them, She looked at me for a moment. I could see everything, she didn't say, but she wanted to. She didn't want me to go but she said "Go, but come early". I tried to tell her something, but stopped. I changed my dress(her fav. dress) to cool her.
It was not the same feeling, i usually get when i am there at river. I was tensed abt my mother. I didn't hear many of the things they said. I was lost at home. Every moment, I was reminded of my mother's fear for sending me with 4 boys. It was 8.00pm. But none of them were concerned abt me. That was all because of me. I never behaved like a girl. Sasi gave me the title "MAN in WOMEN" and I was proud of that. Stupid me. I wanted to go home and hug my mother before she calls me. At around 8.15pm, one of the four told me to go and it was very late. Thanks. Atleast one remembered me. I dropped my friend at kkd bus stop, which is near to my house.
Atlast, I was going home. but I lost my way in the dark streets. some boys were shouting as they were mad. I thought of calling my dad. i felt It was silly. I found one landmark-women's college, but i didn't know which side is that. Finally i called my dad, He & sandhya were coming from the hospital. My father gave me some directions and he came. I was back to home by 9.20pm. Mom was lying on sofa. I hugged her to know the status. She just pushed me away. I thought, It was not better to disturb her. My sister was also angry with me. Next day, I expected my mother wouldn't talk with me. but she was normal. That day i was leaving for hostel. I went into kitchen to say her "bye". She hugged and told me two things..
1. not to do friendship with boys
2. not to roam outside

reasonable reason

The wild wind of feelings made me to write this. This wind has no direction. No.. it has, but many. I am going with this wind wherever it takes me. This wind has many colors.. agony, love, hatred, pain and tears. I can't keep this storm of feelings anymore within me. I will blow out soon. I shall prepare to stand it. In this process, I may hurt others who are very dearer to me, and i often hurt myself. This self punishment bruises the heart. I was racking my brain for a long time to know you in vain. But this needs an end. I can't put you out of my heart and i can't even be quiet without breaking the ice. One day i will go so far from you and you will be searching for the exact moment that made us apart.